I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was s...tanding at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to. Are on her top which are cowered with towel but curves are visable and I was planning how to sex with her I then said I was getting more head ache she was dressing and she came to me and said I will give tablets I said ok and then I got chance to touch her I said atta nenu room lo padukunta plz nannu lapava she was in her dressing and leave it and gave me hand I woke up and hold her hand and walking to bed room and after going I just closed the all doors and windows and I on the computer and. Her pussy was dripping onto his cum-smeared chest. It was only the toy sandwiched between them that gave her sufficient motivation to slide off him and roll over onto her back.She felt him move, and saw Dave smiling down at her. His face still glistened with pussy juice as he worked the buckles of her toy. She swallowed, trying to moisten her hoarse throat while he unhooked the toy, and then slid it off.“Water. Fridge. Please,” she croaked.He nodded, and climbed out of the bed. Though his. I’m thinking what-the-hell?! And preparing to run. I decided to try and regain some dignity and simply said, ‘Erm.. Ok. Bye then.’ He surprised me then by bending down and kissing my cheek. And smiling as if trying to apologise. Frowning I turned around and started to walk away, cursing under my breath. And feeling humiliated as a tear rolled slowly down my cheek. Until I felt a strong hand on my shoulder and somebody whispered, ‘Walk with me?’ in my ear. Without another word he slid his hand.